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hey...so um worm smut? >_<

NO WAY YOU DID THIS ANONYMOUSLY LMFAO

I'm not writing worm smut that is absolutely foul and disgusting.

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Warnings: depressing angst, unexpected pregnancy, hurt no comfort, single worm,

"gimme your wormussy" said worm. You moaned when he grazed your center of mass with his kitchen scissors. Worm was such a tease and he knew your wormy little body from the inside out.

"you sexy multicellular organism... Gonna make me organasm" you moaned again once the scissors snipped you in two. Now beside you lay an exact copy of yourself. Worm was extre hard- wait no... OH NO WORM.

He was lying dried up and hot on a sidewalk. He must've really been suffering in this drought. A wormy tear fell from my wormy eye and my copy came to comfort me.

"oi oi oi.... Baaaaaka" he said. He looked like a red larva now that he was all grown up.

"Box"

Tw:Fear of tight spaces,panicked breathing,being locked up

Ruin walks back into dark suns lab sore and still a bit upset since moon PUNCHED him but he needs to get over that now since moon kinda had a reason to do it...he guesses

Ruin walks over to the table and stops when he hears nexus voice...in a clear tone he's happy about something...

"Oh ruin" nexus says

"Yes...nexus?" Ruin asks

"Me and dark sun have a little surprise for you!" He says...clearly planning something

Ruin gets suspicious but follows after nexus quietly singing to himself and stops when nexus stops...freezing when he sees a box and a padlock...realizing what there planning.

"in" dark sun says simply

Ruin hesitates...but walks over to the box and gets in it not even having time to move when the box slams shut and is locked followed by the sound of footsteps walking away...

Ruin hits the lid of the box screaming and pleading with them to let him out even though it is useless...

The hours tick by slowly as ruin feels more cramped and trapped in that stupid box...his rays going in as his 'breathing' gets more labored and fast...he's panicking more and more terrified they aren't going to let him out

As the time ticks by he pleads louder and louder hitting the box not caring his own hand is bleeding...he just wants out! He doesn't want to be in this box any longer!!

He just wants out...

The end

(Mostly inspired by @astrofairy06 drawing! ^^)

(Sorry about the tag!)

Silly little angst story for ruin :3

I think I have seen this film before and I didnt liked the ending

Train to Busan Happiness

roulette.

noun : a gambling game of chance.

he loves me, click, he loves me not, bang.

pairing: jeon jungkook x reader genre: a sprinkle of fluff if you squint, angst type: assassin / mafia au word count: 1,221 words warnings: implied death author’s note: writer’s block really sucks, so here’s another choppy fic for the time being. thank you to @spoopyscapes for voluntarily sacrificing her man for this lmao

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The .357 magnum revolver lays on the table between you and Jungkook. It looks deceptively innocent as one bullet is hidden amongst the six chambers of the revolving cylinder. The warehouse with your rivaling members standing around the edges to watch this spectacle for their amusement and your punishment only adds onto the ominous atmosphere, air stilled for what’s about to come. Sitting on one side of the table, your eyes graze over the metal weapon before flitting over to meet the man’s in front of you, who is also mimicking your stance but in a much more rigid form. Your leader–Irene–stands behind him as his boss–Namjoon–holds his position behind you.

“Did you ever think it’d end this way?” he laughs humorlessly, his stare boring into you with such a burning feeling that you almost look away, but you force yourself not to.

“No.” Your eyes finally move away from his, and you stare at your hands, a simple, familiar circle of metal looped around your finger gleaming back at you. You quietly wrap your other hand around it inconspicuously, hiding it from the view of everyone else.

“So I guess you’re not really a computer analyst, and those late hours weren’t from crunching numbers, were they?”

“And you’re not really an IT guy, and your late hours weren’t from fixing computer viruses, were they?”

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Your Devil: A Doomed Catastrophe | MasterPost

Pairing: Jungkook x Female Character x Jimin

Genre/Tags: Dark, Mystery-Thriller, Love Triangle

Word Count: 42.2k

Status: Ongoing

Rating: Explicit

Content Warning: Explicit sexual content, graphic depiction of violence, mental health issues, character death, LGBT characters, mutual pining, and angst.

Synopsis: ❛Ours isn't a fairytale love, baby.❜

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New Year's or no New Year's, the infamous Jungkook had somehow found his way onto everybody's lips again. He always did.

But this time, it wasn't because of his usual indifference or cold, vampire-like vibes. This was different. Anyone could tell, even the new employees.

Aera might have something to say about this difference too, something that shouldn't concern her but left her feeling unnerved nonetheless.

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After eleven years since the haunting night at Winter Fest, fate once again weaves the story of Han Aera with that of Jeon Jungkook, an interior architect at Kim Enterprises. As lingering mysteries strain to emerge, their lives are upended when their past catches up, intertwining with the present and risking their future.

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pairing: jeongin x gender neutral reader

content warnings: heartbreak, angst, crying, break up

rating: 13+

summary: you deluded yourself into thinking you and jeongin were meant to last forever. but after some time where he felt distant, you come to find out why.

🍂 untitled — hyunjin & i.n (2 kids’ show)

His hands shook slightly as they held your face as though you were to break into a thousand pieces if he let you go, and you thought you might, too, since your heart had just been shattered by the man you’d once named your forever; why not let your body and soul follow your heart into the disaster it is now? You watched as tears threatened to spill, his voice cracked and his lips formed a trembling frown, though it didn’t compare to the storm of tears rolling down your cheeks or the sobs that continuously escaped past your lips, your expression twisted into one of pure heartbreak.

“I— I really didn’t want us to end like this, Jeongin,” you sobbed, and you knew he could barely understand what you were trying to say through the hiccups and cries. “But it’s like you’ve mentally been away for months now and I don’t know what I can do anymore. I can’t continue living like this, losing sleep because I can’t figure out what is happening and you keep refusing to talk about it.”

Jeongin pulled you to his chest, resting his chin on top of your head as the fingers of one hand gripped your shirt. He was shaking all over, but you were inconsolable.

“You’ve said it on my behalf, Y/N.” He began, voice crackling as he held back tears. “At some point, your eyes felt so cold, and perhaps I am the reason, but —”

You pulled away from him, eyebrows furrowed. “If I ever looked at you coldly, I never meant it. Baby, I promise that —”

“No, not like that,” he interrupted. “I mean, I didn’t feel the same way that I used to. I’m not sure how or when it happened, but it did. I couldn’t figure out how to tell you, but I really didn’t want things to get to this point.”

A tear finally rolled down his cheek as he spoke, voice growing thicker as he held back his own devastation. His words felt as though he’d pushed you off of a cliff and now you were just falling without a safety net by yourself.

“Y/N, I know in my heart that you leaving me and finding someone who truly deserves you before this pain gets any deeper is the best thing you can do.” A choked sob escaped from his lips and he sniffled, looking away for a moment to compose himself. “I tried to be your forever, I really did. But now I’m not sure of anything; did I really fall in love? Or was it a selfish decision made for my own sake to escape from my loneliness? At first, I didn’t even want to entertain the idea but, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it since.”

The room was spinning at his words, your sobs intensifying while you pulled away from him completely. You were angry now, hurt, betrayed.

“What are you implying?” Your voice was louder than you’d intended, but you also couldn’t bring yourself to care when your whole world was collapsing in on itself at the moment. “Are you saying that everything we’d been through wasn’t real? Every beautiful minute spent together didn’t make you feel like this could be forever?”

You were standing now, looking down on his shiny eyes as more tears rolled freely down his achingly beautiful face; even with emotions running high, it took everything in you to not kiss them away. But he didn’t deserve that anymore, and you were well aware. When you called him over with the intention to end things, you wanted him to argue with you and tell you that you guys could work things out. You wanted to hear him say that he loved you, and that he didn’t agree with this decision. Anything to show you that he cared and was willing to fight for you and your relationship with him. Instead you found yourself feeling as though he’d punched you in the gut when he agreed wholeheartedly. Now every year spent with him was in question as you wondered just how much of it was as real to him as it had been for you. How many times did he lie through his teeth as he told you he loved you? The thought had you shaking with rage.

Jeongin didn’t respond, only sat there as he watched you back away from him slowly.

“Was I really just someone to keep your bed warm? Who the fuck says that?”

Jeongin finally stood up, hands attempting to reach you but you moved away before he could. “No, I don’t think it was like that —”

“You don’t think, Jeongin? This was the part where you told me ‘No, Y/N, it definitely wasn’t like that’. But you stand there and tell me you don’t think I was just a warm body so you didn’t feel so lonely? You’re such a coward.”

“I know that I am!” For the first time ever, Jeongin raised his voice, which took you aback. “You can blame me if you want, Y/N, but you have to believe me when I tell you that I didn’t want this to drag on like this. There were so many times where I tried to be honest about my feelings but I would look at you and always feel like such a monster for wanting to end things when what we had was so good. Don’t you think I hate this too?”

You remained silent, his words echoing in your mind. It didn’t make sense to you, nothing did. “If what we had was so good, then why did you stop loving me? When did you stop seeing me as your future?”

He opened his mouth but nothing came out. His shoulders slumped when he mumbled, “I have no idea.”

You sniffled, wrapping your own arms around yourself as you watched him. The crying had subsided a little bit by that point, and you could feel your chest becoming numb the longer he remained there. He stood before you, a shell of a man who had once decided to fall with you, but now he watched as you fell on your own to your own doom. The future looked so bleak without him, and you didn’t think you could ever forgive him for this.

“Do you think you would’ve said something sooner rather than later if I hadn’t called you over?”

“I don’t know. I hope so.”

You inhaled sharply, and exhaled shakily, your heart beating in your throat as you prepared to say the next words you’d never even dreamt of saying: “I think you should leave.”

Worst of all, Jeongin only nodded before walking out of your place. He didn’t even look back before closing the door behind him, leaving you a shattered mess.

word count: 1.1k 🍂 posted: 11 • 30 • 2023

💬 a note from green;

i watched hyunjin and i.n’s 2 kids show yesterday and their untitled song had me in tears and inspired me to write this sad little thing. i hope you guys enjoy, i might post something with hyunjin too though i don’t know.

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Forever only | Jung Jaehyun

Pairing: jaehyun x reader

Warnings: death, attempted suicide, mention of blood (nothing major)

Word count: 1.3k

Genre: angst

Sypnopsis: Jaehyun was the one for you. In a thousand of lifetimes, in a hundred of ways, he would always be. But to him, you were never even an option.

Taglist: @thelilyshope, @donkey-hyuck, @gangsta-dragon

An: While none of the warnings I mentioned are explicitly described, I advise you not to read this if any of them trigger you. I’d love to know what you think! I hope you enjoy.

The faint sound of your ringtone stirs you awake. Aside from the small lamp on your bedside table, it’s completely dark in your room. The sound becomes clearer as you fully wake up. You don’t even have to look at your phone to know who is calling you. Because the song that is playing in your room is still the same one you set all those years ago. When you first started to have feelings for your best friend, Jaehyun.  

He had once questioned you about it, but you shrugged it off by explaining that you could decline his calls without even having to look at the screen. Since he calls you so frequently that it annoys you. But reality couldn’t be further away from that statement considering the fact that every time you spoke to him, your heart would begin to race. 

Your feelings started to change so gradually that you didn’t even notice at first. He had always been the first one you went to when things got hard or the first one, you’d tell good news to. He was the one person that could turn the worst day into the best. And the one that would cause you to stumble over your words when there was no need to. He was the one that meant everything to you. 

To him, however, you weren't. 

You were merely his closest friend. Because he had her. She was the one that held his heart. Even after she left. 

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Nearly two years have passed since her death. It was the final day of summer before you left for college. All day long there had been storms, as if to foreshadow what was about to occur. 

Every time you close your eyes, you can still hear Jaehyun's shattered voice. You had never heard anything more devastating than that. 

Because he couldn't even get out of bed, he was forced to skip the first semester entirely. He was utterly broken. And you hated to see him like that, to hear him blame himself time and time again.  

She had never told him that she was ill. Somehow, she managed to hide it till her very last breath. You blamed her for that since he could have been ready if she had told him. He could have done all the things he wasn’t able to before, told her the things he regrets not saying. He could have endured less suffering... 

You can still see him struggle every day after all this time. In the way his smile fades away whenever he is reminded of her, or in the manner that, despite his best efforts to conceal them from you, his puffy eyes in the morning. indicating that he had been crying all night. He thinks you don't know, yet you are fully aware of everything. You see how he plays around while making it clear that he has no interest in anyone, or how he pushes himself to begin something. Only to come up with excuses that don’t even exist just to get out of the relationship.  

You keep telling yourself that better days are coming and that you’ll both be able to go back to the days you were happy. Maybe one day everything will be fine... 

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Before answering the phone, you hastily glance at the clock.  

03:00 am.  

Despite the fact that he woke you up at three in the morning, you can't help but smile as you wonder why he called you at such a late hour. The smile, however, vanishes as soon as you hear his voice, and you feel a drop in your stomach. Just like the day he called to tell you that she was gone. You recognise the exact tone in his voice that you had hoped to never hear again. You leap from your bed in alarm. Panic washes over your body, and you can hear your heartbeat in your ears. 

“I’m sorry y/n, but I can’t do this anymore...” you hear him say in between sobs.  

“Jaehyun what do you mean? What are you doing? Where are you?” you keep asking but he doesn’t answer. 

“Thank you for being by my side all this time...let’s meet again someday, somewhere. Goodbye y/n.” 

Your eyes are tearing up as you shout at him incoherently, but all you can hear is the sound of the call disconnecting. Immediately after it comes a piercing silence so heavy it consumes you whole.  

Without even thinking about putting on shoes or a jacket, you dash out of your apartment. You can only imagine one location, the same location from which his voice was being echoed by the waves. 

You step on something hard, and your foot immediately begins to hurt. Your sock is getting soaked as the blood drains out. But since he occupies every thought in your body, you hardly realise it. The chilly air starts to burn your lungs, making each stride seem like an eternity. It hurts as much as if someone were suffocating you, yet it still doesn't feel as bad as the ache your heart is feeling. 

You sprint up to the cliff and can now see the bottomless sea. You scan the area quickly to see if you can find him anywhere. But everything is hidden from your view by the darkness of the night. Your face is covered in tears, which only makes it harder for you to see. 

You yell for him as you sprint down to the shore. Only the roaring of the sea, though, reacts to you. 

You eventually locate him after running the entire length of the beach. He emerges from the sea as you watch him. His hair is getting in his eyes, and his clothes are sticking to him. He just makes it onto the sand before collapsing. Just before he is about to fall down, you hurry over to him and grab him. Not for a second caring about getting wet or about how you are shivering so hard that you can feel it in your bones.  

Your lips let out a shaky breath that you had been keeping in the entire time. 

Jaehyun is sobbing uncontrollably while shaking in your arms. You cling to him so firmly as you close your eyes and cry alongside him. afraid that if you let go, he would disappear. 

 His raspy voice finally reaches your ears through the chilly air after what feels like ages. 

 "Y/n, I-I don't deserve her. I don’t even have the courage to go to her.” 

The more he speaks, the more it hurts. to the point of being unbearable. 

You want to yell at him, tell him you don't care, and then leave. 

But you are unable to, as if you are frozen. Because you couldn't hurt him back, no matter how painful it was. So, you simply keep him close to you in the hopes and dreams that his physical presence will lessen the suffering. 

You wish you could shower him with all of your love. to completely fill his heart, leaving no room for anything else. You only want to relieve him of all his sorrow and give him everything he craves. 

But a strange feeling comes over you as you glance down and see the brokenness in his eyes. It has a calm or understanding touch to it. Perhaps it’s letting go...or maybe your heart has just reached its full capacity because the pain has become so deep that you feel numb.  

His eyes, that never even once looked at you even in this very moment. Tell you you’ll never, ever be what he needs. That there never will be a place for you in his heart. And that you’ll never mean as much as he means to you.  

Because you will never be her, his forever only. 

Tilly Dunnage: I'll Be Here

Imagine being best friends with Tilly Dunnage, but it's time for her to return home to remember her past:

It was a cold morning when I was awoken by the front door being closed, the sun not even breaking the horizon yet. I could tell they were trying to be quiet, but I've always been a light sleeper.

Pushing off the covers, I recoil in distaste as a chill slinks through my body, my arms instinctively wrapping around my torso. The feel of my satin pajamas reminds me why I'm getting up at this ungodly hour; my best friend is up for some reason, and it's my job to figure out why.

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Myrtle Dunnage, prefers Tilly, but I'll always know her as Myrtle. We had so little in common when we first met, but that wasn't important to me. I can still remember the empty look in her eyes the first week at boarding school, and I knew I had to do something to make her smile. I found myself rushing to her aid against bullies, even offering to help her with schoolwork.

Our friendship set sail after that, I realized that I liked making her smile, more so than I did for any of my other friends. I found myself being drawn to her, she was so different compared to the other kids here; she was very shy and skittish, always carrying a sadness heavily on her shoulders. Even after all these years, that weight has never been lifted, I wish she would let me help her.

That shy girl is no more, her ratty and dull hair is now silky and long, shining luminously in the sunlight. Her meek form has matured confidently, her movements no longer made in uncertainty. I knew she was changing when we ran away, it was the first real decision she had made, and who was I to disagree.

But from that day on, I could tell she was different, no longer that scared girl, instead a calculating woman with a chip on her shoulder. She was never at peace, at least not completely; I would try to distract her, but I knew this day would come.

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The storm door quietly rattles against its frame as I walk down the steps. Tilly originally wanted to live in the center of Paris, closer to her mentor and the customers, but I managed to convince her otherwise. I, personally, can't handle city life, being bustled up next to people at all times, homes being stacked up right next to each other; I convinced her that we should buy a house in the rural outskirts.

It's moments like now that I am glad I made that decision, for you could never have this early morning serenity in a big city, nor would you be able to find the big Oak that Tilly is currently sitting under.

The sky is a cool blue, the moon sheen reflecting against the dew on the grass. Even in the dark, I can tell her mind is troubled.

I try to be quiet as I walk over, pulling my coat tighter around my body as a breeze sends chills down my spine. My footsteps must've disturbed her, as she turns to face me immediately, a neutral expression on her face before giving into a light smile.

"You frightened me Y/N." Her voice rings clearly with a slightly teasing tone. I can tell that she is putting up a facade... I sigh quietly before sitting next to her on the roots of the tree.

"Sorry, I just got worried when I heard the front door open..." I respond, my voice having an apologetic and worried hint to it. She isn't often up and wandering at these hours, she's usually very big on beauty sleep.

"No need to worry, I'm alright. You should head back inside before you catch a cold." She states, turning back to the clear sky.

"You should do the same." I say back, wanting her to stop being so distant.

Her silence could almost be called audible with how much it is saying.

"Tilly, what's wrong?" I ask the obvious question, but it had to be said. I can sense her body tense up, she clearly didn't want to answer my question.

"Nothing." She replies bluntly, her answer is curt; but that doesn't annoy me, instead it makes me even more concerned.

"You still think you can lie to me after all these years?" I allow a tinge of sarcasm, not wanting to make the conversation too heavy. A thick silence settles over us, as she stares out at the stars.

"You remember those nightmares I had when I was younger?"

"...Yes."

"Well, I'm not quite sure what happened, but I think... I think I killed a boy."

"You think? What does that mean?"

"I can't remember what happened. All I can remember is that a boy died, and then I was dragged from my mother and sent away."

We sit there again in the emanating silence. I'm not sure what to say, I don't think any different of Tilly, but this is an unusual conversation.

"So... What are you going to do?"

"I-I think I need to go back. Find the truth so I can be at peace."

"Alright, when do we leave?" I respond back, prepared to take on this battle with her. She looks at me surprised, stunned slightly at my response.

"That's kind of you Y/N, but I need to do this on my own." She states quietly, her eyes lightly lined with tears. I scrunch my eyebrows as I frown slightly, we've barely been apart since the day we ran away, now she'll be going away for who knows hows long.

"When do you leave?"

"I was going to leave tonight before you awoke..."

"Myrtle... Don't go..." My voice trembles

"You know I hate that name." She says in a stern voice, but I can tell by looking at her, that she's just as sad as I am.

"I know." My voice is downtrodden, there's no changing her mind. All I can do is look down as we get up, I help her with her luggage. Driving her to the train station in silence, the only noise being the sound of rain dotting against the windshield.

Our eyes are both silent waterfalls as we  exit the car, we share no words, not even as she gets on her train. The final straw was the heartbreaking embrace we shared, this could be goodbye forever or until next month, but I'll never know. All I will remember until her return is her sweet smile.

"I'll be here, should you ever return, Myrtle Dunnage."

Endlessly Yours,

Warnings: Angst, unrequited love, sad ending

Pairing: Gummie!co-worker x reader

Premise: If only lilies weren't so lethal.

Author’s notes: I've always wanted to write something to do with the 'Hanahaki Disease' as it is one of my favourite fics. So bittersweet no matter the outcome.

Word count: 539

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Dear Gummie,

We’ve worked together for years, been friends almost all our lives. And I’m sorry I’ve kept this from you. 

As you are my emergency contact they’ll inform you of my passing, but I didn’t want to leave things unanswered for you. Please know there is nothing you could have done and there is nothing I would have changed. 

Who knew that such a delicate entity could be so deadly? Maybe I should have taken up gardening at least I could have maintained it better.

I promise you the pain was only unbearable at the end. An end I was at peace with. The vines that wound their way around my bones, crawling through my veins weren’t the worst. The bud blooming in the cavity of my chest wasn’t bad either. Lying to you hurt more than anything else.

I only wish I could have been more for you…

Which may sound ridicoulus now, but at this time an hour before I willingly walk myself into that hospital room to safely rest for my last few hours, it’s the only thing left in my mind. 

If I could have been more, enough as I was I may have been able to avoid this ending. But in this story of us, I have let myself break my own heart too many times. 

I’ve watched you give your heart to woman after woman, allowing them to break you over and over again. All of them so completely different then me, the opposite of me in every way. And I’d wish that you’d wake up one day to realize that if you gave your heart to me, that I’d treasure it. I’d never let it break, it would always be the most precious thing in my life. But I stayed silent as I picked up your pieces. And I would do it all over again for you.

I don’t know when my feelings of friendship became those of wanting something more. I think it was a gradual slip into the chaos of you. And by the time I realized what was happening it was too late. I became so unbearably inlove with you, my eyes turned blind to others around me. 

If I’m lucky I’ll get to see the sunrise tomorrow for the last time. The view from my room overlooks the city and mountains. I’ll have a spectacular sight of the golden sun bathing the world in its beautiful warmth when I finally stop breathing. The sunrise always reminds me of our friendship, each step we took in becoming each others best friend. Like the time you came over to cheer me up from my first love falling apart. The time we snuck out past midnight to play at the courts. When I went with you to adopt your first pet or when you fought with your mum. Even the late nights talking about our futures, our fears and our hopes.

Each moment more worth it than the last, to be called your bestfriend. I hope those are the moments you will remember as well.

I’m sorry that there was no other way. I’m sorry it had to end like this, but I’m not sorry for loving you.

Endlessly yours,

Y/L/N

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His betrayal

Seungcheol one shot

Pairing: Choi Seungcheol × Fem reader

Genre: Angst

Warnings: Gun, breaking of glass, mention of betrayal, please let me know if I missed any warnings

Word count: 1.2K

Author’s Note: This was in draft and I don’t remember since when, but this was also impulsive. Hope you like this, mafia Seungcheol.

LIKE IMAGINE HIM SO HOT IN MAFIA AAHHHH

happy reading :)

Taglist (networks) : @kflixnet @caratwritersclub

I just had one aim right now and that was to kill him right now, with the gun he gave me which had my initials engraved. I wanted answers, I couldn’t care less about anything right now. I ignored everything and went to his office.

I slammed the door open, and he didn’t even look surprised, as if he was waiting for me to come; he still had that heartless cold face. “What are you doing here?” I ignored his question and held the gun tight. I pointed the gun at him, “WHY WOULD YOU LIE TO ME?”

“I told you to leave and never come back ever again.” I couldn’t take his words anymore, the way he hurt me a few hours ago, I was ready to leave in grief but then the moment everything became clear, his intentions, his dirty tricks, and the way he used me just to gain power and take down my family. I couldn’t care less how much I was broken right now but I needed answers and I wanted to end everything. I’m not going to take his orders anymore, the girl who was ready to take orders from him and leave was long gone.

“WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME CHOI SEUNGCHEOL?” I never raised my voice at him.

“Put that gun down.” His orders weren’t going to work for me anymore.

“Tell me or else I’ll shoot you right now.” I wanted my tears to stop, but they weren’t. I wasn’t in my fucking right mind. How am I supposed to stay sane when he was my first for everything and he betrayed me just like that? How many times I told myself that I shouldn’t have trusted his words but I was the fool, who fell in love with him and trusted him with my everything.

“I’m telling you again, put that gun down.” His dominating voice was scaring me, making my body go through chills but I couldn’t back off. He could make me feel intimidated but not right now, I can’t let him make me feel that.

“Answer me or else I’ll shoot you!” I needed answers from him, why would he do this?

“Was none of these true?” tears threatening to fall again; I aimed at his window and pulled the trigger with all the force. The moment I heard the glasses break, I felt at peace.

“JESUS CHRIST, AZALEA PUT THAT GUN DOWN.”

“Not until you tell me everything, I will kill you and everyone today” I didn’t lie when I said that. I had my mind set, on shooting him first and not caring about any consequences, because I very well knew what his best friend would do to me if I hurt Seungcheol. Was everything a game to him? Was I a game to him?

As soon as I said, I heard footsteps approaching, “Are you okay?” I didn’t have to turn around to feel guns pointing at me and Jeonghan standing there as the head. One order from him and I’m done. “Don’t you dare to shoot. Leave, I’ve got her.”

The footsteps started disappearing and my grip got tighter around the gun; he was trying to take a step toward me, “Don’t take a step, or else I will shoot you Seungcheol. I’m not even scared of anything anymore. Not after you made a damn game out of me.”

“Azalea, calm down. Slowly, calm down.” No matter how much his voice tried to calm me down, but I wouldn’t; the rage flowing inside drove me insane. Everything turned upside down in a second.

The moment I found out his plotting, making me fall in love with him, manipulating me into telling him everything about my family and what is my dad up to, and he was going to destroy my whole family, take over the whole familia, and make our family go bankrupt, I’m not letting him hurt me and my family. I can’t see my mom and my sister crying because of this one asshole I fell in love with.

“It’s simple, tell me or else I kill you and kill myself right after that” I took a deep breath, “because you made a fool out of me” I closed my eyes to stop the tears remembering how I witnessed his conversation with my dad and then I felt a sudden force on my hands and the gun fell but before I could hold it, he caught the gun and twisted my hand. “I always told you never to be distracted when you set your mind on killing someone.” That’s when I knew I messed up. He pushed me towards a wall, still holding one of my hands, my back touching the cold wall of his office. He lifted my face using the gun, I was holding before; I wanted the tears to stop but the moment I felt him so close to me, it reminded me of the moments we spent together till today and everything turned out to be a lie, so that he could use me against my own family later.

He forced me to look at him, “Look at me”

“why would you do that!” I screamed in his face, I was hurt, I wasn’t okay, he had to know how much I hated myself for believing him and his lies, he had to know how much I regretted loving him and I wanted to hate him right now but the love I had for him could never compare. I didn’t want to break down infront of him but nothing was helping me out, not even the fully loaded gun forcing me to look at him. “I did this to save you princess” his voice was low; it was enough for me to listen.

“Shut up Choi Seungcheol. Shut the fuck up” my voice was the only thing I could hear right now, “WHY WOULD YOU MAKE ME FALL IN LOVE”

“Sweetheart, I told you not to fall in love with the demon” and he loosened the grip of his hand on my wrist, I wanted to hit him push him but I felt like I had no energy left after I was battling with myself

“Why would you do this Seungcheol….” I started hitting him with all the force I had “Why would you do this to me Cheol?!” he lowered his gun, and it fell on the floor. I broke down in his arms, gripping his shirt, where I was hitting him earlier. His arms wrapped around me, “It started as a lie but I thought I could let you go so that we could pretend none of this happened but this feels impossible. This was the only way to push you away, this world is not for you. There was a reason you were kept away from all of this princess.” My sobs were getting louder, I needed to cry and let it out.

“I started loving you so bad that it hurts so much why would you do this to me Seungcheol why” he was caressing my hair, “I love you Azalea”

“Why would you do this, why?! You know I can’t live without you and I won’t let you live today” I grabbed the gun before he had the chance. I pointed it towards his heart, “Shoot me. If you think I’m still lying.” I wasn’t going to believe him anymore.

“Stop it Seungcheol, I’m not believing you anymore, you lied to me, and you broke me to the extent that I can never trust anyone anymore.”

“Remember I love you and will love you but what you did to me was unforgivable.” And I pulled the trigger.

In the name of Love

“Xu Minghao one shot”

Pairing: Xu Minghao x female reader

Genre: Angst

Warnings: mcd (major character death), mentions of suicide, drowning, ocean, choking, jumping off a rooftop

Word count: 2.9K

Author’s Note: I DO NOT SUPPORT or ENCOURAGE suicide or any self harm in any way. And if you are uncomfortable in any of these tags, please don’t read.

Happy reading :)

It was the few days before summer came in full blow. The nights were still cold but the afternoons were warm, leading people to come out of their houses and play with the warm sand.

It was nearing spring, but my heart felt stuck in eternal winter.

I looked at the pink and white card on my desk, taunting me with its content.

The reason for the numbness I was willing into my heart.

“I want us to have a green and beige-themed wedding, it’d look so pretty. Right, Minghao?”

Just when I had thought that my heart was unfeeling and my eyes had cried all its tears out, the ache in my chest as the memories flooded through my brain, I realized maybe I would never be able to let her go.

Maybe it was my destiny to live the unrequited love while the love of my life went and got married to the one man I had considered my best friend.

Mingyu and Abhi.

The two people I had trusted the most, didn’t only go behind my back but also are going to start their new lives together as a wedded couple while I am left behind to pick up the thorns of their roses.

“Come on Minghao, are you really jealous of your best friend? He’s the one who I have thought of as a brother since we met. You are the one I have always loved”

Lies.

It was all pretty lies that somehow he had believed because he was blinded by love and now, here he is.

Minghao is alone in this room while the entire town is at their wedding.

It grows hotter and hotter as Minghao’s brain is filled with the moments of their betrayal.

Going to Mingyu’s home and finding Abhi there, cooking for him.

Seeing them hanging out at the club through their Instagram stories.

Their parents always being super close with each other and have dinners on a regular basis.

Minghao knows he should have known. He should have realized the truth when it was right in front of him but he was too blinded by love and too trusting.

He had loved Abhi and trusted Mingyu and in return, he received lies and betrayal.

The sadness was gone, what remained now was the anger.

How dare they play him like that?

How dare they lie to him for 4 years?

This was it.

Minghao wanted answers.

Why did Abhi not tell him she had fallen for his best friend? Why the act?

Minghao rushed to his car.

He had decided not to go to their wedding but he needed some kind of answer or else he was afraid he was going to go crazy.

Minghao hurries to the basement of the building and drives out in a rush.

The wedding location is 2 hours away and the wedding is in 3 hours.

He is sure he can get some answers before the marriage takes place.

“We should get the gardenias for our wedding. It's really pretty.”

“Minghao we should name our child based on stars. Two cuties born from love and adoration.”

“Minghao, I love you”

“Yes! A hundred thousand times Yes. I will marry you”

“I have to get married to Mingyu”

Tears threatened to fall as he recalled all the moments he had spent with Abhi.

It was still painful. It was still confusing.

To him, Abhi was the one.

He still cannot imagine a life without her so why? Why did she leave him?

Why was she marrying someone else when she knew Minghao wouldn’t be able to live without her?

‘Why did you do that Abhi? Was my love not enough?’

The place where the wedding was supposed to take place was pretty just as he had thought it to be.

But it was all wrong.

Instead of beige and green, it was white and lavender.

Instead of gardenias, there were orchids.

Instead of Minghao and Abhi, it was Mingyu and Abhi.

The pain bloomed once again as he saw photos of his ex-best friend and girlfriend, smiling at each other, excited to start their new lives.

“Minghao?” He sees the person in front of him. It was Ira, Abhi’s elder sister. “What are you doing here?” 

“I was invited?”

Ira visibly pales “I know. I just thought you wouldn’t actually attend the wedding.”

Minghao bursts out laughing. “And why is that? It is after all the wedding ceremony of two people who are so perfectly made for each other. Both are so pro in betraying others.”

Minghao knows it’s not Ira’s fault but he’s too angry to speak nicely to anyone.

“It's now what you think it is. Abhi-” 

“Leave it. I don’t want to hear any excuses.”

Minghao walks away from Ira. He knows he is being disrespectful, but he really doesn’t want to hear any excuses from others.

What he wants are answers, directly from Abhi. 

Thankfully Minghao doesn't encounter anyone else on the way to the dressing room and barges straight into the “For Bride” hall.

He notices the perfume the first thing he opens the door. It’s hers.

Nostalgia hits him as he realizes how much he missed her scent.

But also, how it reminds him of her betrayal.

The smell that used to make him feel calm, now only ignites embers of betrayal and broken promises.

Then he sees her, sitting in front of the mirror.

She’s just as stunning as he had imagined her to be in all of his fantasies and Minghao momentarily forgets why he was there.

The white dress, the veil, the diamond glowing against her skin. She looked like the prettiest girl in the world.

“Minghao?” Her voice broke my stupor, bringing back all the bad memories of her betrayal and the reason why I was here.

“Are you really here?”For some reason, Minghao sees her face transform from pale sadness to hopefulness. He knows he shouldn't care but his instincts force him to go near her, comfort her and not say a word that might hurt her.

He ignores the pang in his chest.

“Why are you so surprised? Weren’t you the one who sent me the invite?” The hope in her eyes dulls.

“Did you even open it? The invite?”

Minghao feels the anger coming back. He steps closer to her. “And why would I do that? So that you can laugh about how you made a fool of me and my love for you? No Abhi, I did not open the invite because I was not interested in it at all.”

Minghao sees as tears fall out of her eyes but he’s too far gone to care at the moment.

“Did you really think I was here to bless your marriage and congratulate the people who betrayed me? Or did you think I was here to get fooled by you two once again?”

“Minghao, you have to listen to me.”

“NO! YOU WILL LISTEN TO ME MRS ABHIRA MINGYU KIM.” I knew it was bad, I knew I was out of control, but I had lost all my semblance of control since the day I woke up and heard news about these two. And it was not directly from them. Not only was I betrayed, but I wasn’t even important enough to know the truth. But I refused to be disrespected anymore.

“So tell me, Abhi, since when have you been going behind my back and hooking up with my so-called best friend? Since when the two of you have been laughing at my loyalty?”

“Minghao please calm down and listen to me. Please.”

“The only thing I want to listen to is the reason you had to do this. Why didn’t you just tell me you liked him? Did you think I wouldn’t have understood you falling for him while being with me? Or did cheating on me give you some sick kind of pleasure?”

“Minghao please you are hurting me” He saw the scrunch on Abhi’s face and then looked down to see the grip he had on her arm. He immediately let go, the distraction somewhat dissipating his anger.

“Not more than how you hurt me.”

Minghao turned as he realized it was not worth it anymore. If she really wanted to be married to Mingyu, he’d give her that. 

It was his last gift to her, his first and only love.

“Get married to Mingyu, Abhi. But don’t ever show your face to me. This is my last consideration to both of you”

Minghao walked out of the hall, ignoring the cries of Abhi who wanted him to listen to her.

But really, nothing remained to be said or heard.

Minghao straight away went to get his car, ignoring everything that was happening around him, and before he knew it, he was on the road, hitting 70 miles per hour.

His phone kept blaring but he ignored it all until his eyes were burning from the impact of the air and tears.

45 missed calls from Mingyu.

33 missed calls from Ira.

1 missed call from Abhi.

Minghao got hit by dread.

For some reason, an ominous feeling hit him, and he knew it in his heart. Something bad has happened.

Very bad.

His phone blares again and this time it's not Mingyu or Ira or Abhi.

It's Charles, his secretary.

Minghao feels his heart stop beating.

Something very bad has happened.

Very very bad.

He answers the call.

“Charles..?”

Minghao is unable to talk.

“Mr Minghao where have you been? Mr Mingyu has been wanting to reach out to you for the past hour.”

“Tell him he doesn’t have anything he can say that will mend our relationship. He is a betrayer and I will never forgive him or Abhi-”

“Miss Abhira passed away.”

The world goes pin drop silence as Minghao feels his eardrums ring. No way did he hear it right.

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?”

“Miss Abhira Ranawat took her own life. She jumped from the rooftop of her wedding venue and was pronounced dead while being transferred to the hospital due to a rupture of all internal organs.”

Minghao couldn’t concentrate on what Charles was saying anymore.

He couldn’t concentrate on where he was going.

Abhi…. 

Dead.

No.

Dead..?

No way.

It can…

It ain’t…

It’s not true.

No. Abhi cannot be dead.

She cannot die.

She’s not dead.

He doesn’t believe it.

HE CAN'T BELIEVE IT.

HE REFUSES TO BELIEVE IT.

The air feels thick and impossible to intake as Minghao dials Ira’s number.

The phone rings for 3 dials before he hears Ira’s voice.

“YOU BASTARD. WHAT? WHAT DID YOU EVER SAY TO MY BABY SISTER THAT MADE HER DO THIS? I WILL NEVER FORIVE YOU. I SWEAR I WILL NEVER FORGIVE YOU.”

Before he can reply, Minghao hears another voice.

“Minghao…”

Minghao feels dread fill his heart which twists the organ.

“Tell me it’s not true.”

The voice that comes out is way too calm for how he is feeling.

But he hopes, he wishes, he prays to all Gods above for Mingyu to ascertain that it’s not true.

That Abhi is still….

That she is still living and her heart is still beating.

He will do anything, forgive her, give her anything and everything she wants, as long as what he heard was not true.

“Her last wish was for you to read the letter.”

And just like that, Minghao’s entire world collapses.

No.

“You are lying…”

“I so wish I was…You don’t even realize how much”

Minghao doesn’t even cut the call. It just falls out of his hand as they lose all strength.

She’s dead.

Abhi is dead.

Minghao remembers all the bad things he told her… All the blame…

He remembers her tears and curses himself.

Why?

WHY?

Why did he have to do that?

Why did he treat her like that?

If she wanted to marry Mingyu, he should have just let her.

Why did he have to go and ruin her like that?

At least she would have been alive.

At least his world wouldn’t have ended.

WHY

WHY DID SHE TAKE HIS WORDS SO SERIOUSLY?

“I thought you read the letter…That’s why you are here..”

Minghao opens the wedding cursed invitation and a white paper falls out of it.

His tears make it difficult to read the words inked but by the time he completes reading it, his tears stop.

Instead, his world blackens.

The sun? It’s not there.

The people laughing? They are taunts in his ears which can hear everything clearly.

His heart stops but he is still breathing.

He shouldn’t.

He cannot.

He must not breathe, not when he is the reason Abhi is not breathing anymore.

He deserves to be punished.

More importantly, he refuses to live in a world where Abhi doesn’t exist.

Minghao is in auto mode as his legs walk towards the vast ocean that is in front of him.

He should have just let her get married to Mingyu.

Minghao knew he never deserved Abhi…He should have just stayed in the hotel.

He should have read the letter.

He should have listened when she was trying to explain.

Why was he so prideful?

Why was he so stupid?

Why did he let a girl like Abhi was the form of sunshine take, such a drastic step?

Why did Abhi just not slap him instead when he was blaming her?

The cold water broke his stupor and his body’s defense mechanism was forcing him to get out but he pushed through it.

He was a killer.

A murderer who forced the death of his own love. 

He needs to be punished.

The first taste of the ice-cold salty ocean water awakened his brain but his heart had long since shut down.

He needs to bear the pain.

His hands and legs start kicking as water enters his lungs, burning his windpipe and begging him to swim out.

He should not live.

A few seconds later he feels his body going numb from the lack of oxygen and his brain is dark. But at the end of darkness, he sees light. It’s small but definite.

The coldness is no longer there.

Instead, he feels warm.

The light dissipates the darkness and warmth covers him.

“Minghao please don’t do this.”

The voice tells him as he feels himself floating in the air instead of water.

“I have to. I need to.”

“Minghao please…”

“No Abhi. I cannot live in a world where you don’t exist. Don’t tell me to do the impossible.”

“But I did that so you can live peacefully…”

“I am sorry you felt like that. That is why I need to be punished.”

“NO”

“I will meet you soon Abhi. After I atone for my sins, I will meet you and I will give you all the happiness you deserve. Just be happy till then.”

“Minghao please, stop.”

“I have made up my mind.”

“Let’s meet in another life”

IM SO DONE WITH YHIS OKAY

DONE

this was so sad I don't recommend it at all because all I did was crying and when I was happy I got that RIPPED OUT OF ME (ofc I recommend im being dramatic who knows/

but yeah. it hurts. it hurts so good and taehyung is definitely,,,,,,,,ugh yeah I'd say "not him" but this is so a boy attitude that maybe, maybe this reminded me so much the hyyh era tae because he truly acts like an adolescent here. yeah. I pictured this. it hurts. not comfort, not a happy ending and oh god the angst is so good!!!!!!!! TYSM for writing the tears out of me, i loved that masochist stuff and all

ps: I'd totally make the blind one and forgive him so i do NOT relate to yns behavior here yet I'd do it with like 17 and not 21 as I am right now so I'm sorry for not being mature around a beautiful man

right amount of wrongs | kth (m)

Summary: “Your heartbeat stopped. Then accelerated. Pain shot through the organ like an arrow. And then everything repeated.”

How many times does he have to do you wrong until you make the right decision?

pairing: Taehyung x female reader (+ slight Hoseok x female reader)

rating: 18+

genre: high school!au (everyone’s of age tho! senior year <3), best friends to lovers; angst, fluff, smut

warnings: taehyung is… questionable in this :] mention of disney movies (you decide which ones lol), unrequited love, heartbreak, jealousy, manipulation, crying, rejection, toxic friendship later on, oc throws up (no detailed description), (hints of a) panic attack; explicit sexual content: loss of virginity (oc), soft dom!tae, sub!reader soft manhandling, he’s really gentle with her but ughhh he’s such an ass too, big dick!tae, protected sex, multiple orgasms, handjob, fingering, oral (f. receiving), marking, praising, breast play, clit pinching (??), yeah that should be all

word count: 15.9k

a/n: i actually decided to write this randomly to let out some frustration since it’s a pretty personal fic :’) i hope you guys enjoy reading it! <3

credits: my lovely betas​​​ @hantaev​​​​​​ & @chateautae​​​​​​ thank you so so much for helping me with this !! <3 @missgeniality​​​ thank you for lending me your beautiful name hehe :D and last but not least, thank you to @kimtaehyunq​​​​​ who made this AMAZING AND FLAWLESS banner, gave me a really helpful suggestion for this fic and read through it before i posted it, tyyy !! <3

➳ listen to: 17 by Pink Sweat$ | Never not by Lauv | Give me love & Kiss me by Ed Sheeran | I’m not the only one by Sam Smith

MASTERLIST | WIPs

Kim Taehyung.

High school student, approaching the end of senior year at the tender age of nineteen.

Horrible at math. Adored dancing more than anything. Insecure at times but loved to rap in his free time to entertain his closest friends. Always studied just a bit, putting minimal efforts into all subjects despite having failed a class once already. Now, he still hadn’t changed but passed anyway.

Kim Taehyung. Relied on you too much, cherished and admired you endlessly - he’d more or less been your best friend for years and years, both of you being the type of close pals who people thought might cross the line one day, at some point for sure.

Continuar lendo

⚠️🍅🍅🍅WARNING A LIL BLOODY🍅🍅🍅⚠️

Also, a lil spoiler for my au, I'm working on ;3

:D

That's how it all ends. mikey will poison himself because he can't live anymore with everything Draxum made him do, regretting all his crimes he knows the only way to end it all, by drinking very dangerous and toxic poison, which mikey was suposed to kill splinter with.

Well, at least he'll meet his brothers who also got killed, crushed, and blow up :)

@clockwork-kisses said: ✘ Milli and Ciara!

Alas for the early end and untimely demise of one half of that duo. :D

Escape (The Machine Living)

Sometimes I forget I originally made this to archive and share my work. I’m particularly proud of this lil tragic short story. The opening exposition is particularly exquisite.

This was inspired by combining two idioms “back in a jiffy” and “clean as a whistle.” This was further shaped by Jack and the Beanstalk since this was written in a fairy tale retelling class

Enjoy!

No longer was there a spinning Earth. Instead, a great breathing, groaning machine hurtled around the sun, taking the dregs of humanity with it. Fans and regulators churned fruits and nuts while people were left to survive on scraps. Time only existed in the minds of machines, jiffies ticking into seconds into minutes into lifetimes.

A smattering of privileged people stalked the catwalks, casting cruel glares at the human underlings. Almost doubled over, the unfortunate scuttled in rafters and drains, transporting as computers couldn’t move and operating where mechanical arms couldn’t see. There were scant times when the greater people deigned to walk among the rabble. They were quick to peruse the automatic work before retreating to the end of walkways and scurrying up towers locked with keys. Nostalgia and practicality kept the relics around; humans worked with the physical and machines worked with the digital.

Likewise, great train whistles kept from a long dead era were held above the jiffy counting brains. Marking days, marking shifts, the whistles would scream until nothing else was heard. The demand for silence and ringing thereafter dictated the pattering of feet, urging them on as they followed the bark of orders.

Auster was tired. She had moved beyond the veil of starvation into numbness, too. Our rations weren’t cutting it anymore. Especially when she kept giving them to me. It left her lethargic, barely able to tend to our duties at the assembly line we were trapped in. It brought me greater relief than it should when we took breaks – Auster was only three years older than me.

A tall figure shoved through our working troop a dozen strong. They distributed the rations forcefully, bowling me over in the process. I skidded across the metal catwalk and left grease stains in my wake. Two meals clatter to the floor beside me, picked specially from their coat.

Ever bold, Auster lept after the retreating figure. “Leave them alone,” she bellowed. She turned to me, audacious concern etched on her features. Exhaustion overtook her and she collapsed to sit beside me. Handing my portion to me, she tried to push her own food into my lap. “Eat, Eunostus.”

I shook my head and clamped my mouth shut. I gestured to my own poor excuse for food. I never knew anything better than the grey, disintegrating gruel, but my demanding stomach told me humans had once eaten better.

Auster looked ready to cry. She needed this meal more than me. “Please, Eunie,” she begged.

Holding my rations out to her threateningly, I stood my ground. Auster relented. To my relief, she inhaled the food. She always overburdened herself, perhaps to make up for falling behind in work.

Auster cried out, “Ow!” Working her jaw, she spat out a small gold key.

Our eyes widened in tandem. She turned the fine, glittering object in her fingers, examining every millimeter. The key stained quickly, tarnished by Auster’s filthy hands. Eager I held out my own hands. Auster obliged and dropped the key. I rubbed it between my fingers, each groove and crest memorised under my learned touch. I put it between my teeth and bit down. It was a strange kind of metallic, unlike anything I had encountered before.

I pointed to the door to the tower at the end of our walkway.

“It unlocks that door?” clarified Auster.

I nodded.

“Let’s go then!”

My heart sped up at the very suggestion. One hand caught the hem of Auster’s shirt and the other picked at the stitching on my pants. Acrid smoke pricked my throat and panic heated my cheeks beyond the temperature of the kilns below. I fought to keep my attention on Auster’s eager expression, every movement in my periphery catching my attention. My mind reeled between different dooms awaiting any bold action.

“Why not? We’ll be fine.”

I shook my head and immediately regretted it. My vision swam and my ears rang.

“I’ll go. I’ll be back in a whistle, don’t worry.” She kissed the top of my head and skipped off.

Worry ate at me as I returned to our work. I sat diligently by the press, flinching every time it crashed down in front of me. I had seen many people lose a finger, a hand, a limb doing my job. I had to watch for a little red light to flick on just above my head; on queue I would crawl into the mouth of the press and brush away whatever dust or particle was interrupting the precise mechanics.

My hands and knees were blistered from this work. The sheet worked upon by the press was abrasive, ironic given the sensitivity it required to function. I knew I would struggle without Auster beside me whispering the ideas that blew through her mind with no forethought. She allowed me to take breaks, rest against the side, ghosting my breath across my stinging palms.

The whistle took an age to sound. I slipped at one point, heart jumping to my throat as my heel caught in the coarse surface of the press. Pulling on my leg to no avail, I heard the creak of machinery above. The press built up potential energy, groaning under the weight. Tug as I might, I had no time to finagle my foot out of the grasp of the metal plate. I heard the release of the machine and dove to the side, hoping blindly. The giant metal foot soared and clamped down with a thud. The red light flicked on. Shaken, I crawled back to retrieve my mangled shoe from the jaws of the machine.

I was catching my breath from the heartstopping experience when Auster skipped back. She clutched a small bag. “Look what I got, Eunie!” she cried, brandishing the bag in my face.

I widened my eyes. The bag swayed under the weight of its contents. What had she taken? Who did she steal from? Countering her hubris, I pressed the bag away from us as if it were an omen of misfortune.

Auster scoffed, throwing my warning to the wind. “They won’t miss it. I didn’t get caught,” she gloated. “And I’m back when I said I would be.”

As if hearing her, the whistle rang out, temporarily deafening us both.

I relented, dropping my hands to my sides.

Auster gave me the bag to care for. For once I let curiosity sweep away my inhibitions and I looked inside. The weight of the bag made sense now, given it was filled with nuts and bolts. I shifted the weight of the bag in my hand, watching the pieces fall over themselves like water. Mesmerised, I watched the light glint off the metal in refracting patterns. The clank of the press startled me out of my stupor. I kicked the bag into the sleeping corner. I didn’t know what Auster’s plan for it was but I wasn’t going to spend the next whistles standing around trying to figure it out.

Retreating to Auster’s side, we watched our machine. She was buzzing beside me, occasionally looking over at her spoils. Still, she contained her plans in some regard, staying silent while we finished our shift. I zoned out watching our machine. It slammed down, making me blink from the rush of air. Clank. Blink. Clank. Blink. Shuffle. Clank. Whistles passed in a blur until it was time to turn in.

I woke up to a cold bed. Auster was gone. I sat up from the cloth designating our sleeping space and wriggled out from the nook in the side of a dormant machine. Over by our workstation, Auster had the bag by her side and was working in a panel she pried open.

I rapped on the machine to get her attention.

Auster whipped around to face me, light catching and glinting in her eyes. “I’m getting us out of here!”

Disbelieving, I gestured at the chaos around us. Machines still whispered below us, footsteps distantly echoing on grill floors.

“If there is nothing for us to fix, we don’t have to stay. We won’t be caught and dragged back here,” Auster explained. “If I fiddle enough with the parts I now have the light won’t go off.”

Oh. That made sense.

“We can go,” said Auster. She sat on the ledge and took my small hands in hers. She rubbed her thumb over the blisters on my palms. “No more hard work, Eunostus.”

My eyes widened, small hope kindling in my heart.

“Really. Now give me space. I’m almost done.” Auster turned back to her work, hands shaking with excitement. She almost dropped a bolt down the cavernous edge.

Once she was finished, we waited until the next whistle sounded. Watching for shadows above, we crept away from our station and towards the tower Auster climbed before. The key fit snugly into the lock and opened with a nigh silent ca-chink.

We slipped through the door and were faced with a winding, corroding staircase. Auster approached it with a practised ease; three steps up her foot slipped through a hole in the flooring. I slapped my hands over my mouth in a vain attempt to retroactively silence the clang of bone against metal. Smiling sheepishly, Auster wiggled out and beckoned me up the staircase. I took every step slow, like a faulty machine grinding past a hiccup in the system. Auster huffed and grabbed my elbow. She hauled me up the steps, every other stair creaking in protest and making my heart thunder. Upon reaching the top we were greeted with a cavernous room packed with trinkets. Small short haired creatures spilled from a box, square engraved wooden disks stacked in a corner, and hundreds of metal scraps salvaged from something now unidentifiable. Picking past a hulking white box with a door swinging off its hinges decorated with small colorful trinkets, we moved into a space clear enough to stand in

Auster made to speak but I gripped her hand tighter. My heart was still too fast from the staircase. Squeezing back once, Auster sighed and looked around the room. She startled then directed my gaze to a corner of the room opposite our entry – a wooden door was inlaid into the wall, half hidden by boxes. Subtlety disregarded, we scrambled over the mess and made quick work of moving the boxes. They clattered to the ground; the sound of the spilling collection drowned out Auster’s grunts as she pried the door open.

The crack was just big enough to shimmy through; on the other side of the door a walkway stretched out. I could see workers below us between the grill floor. Taking my hand again, Auster pulled me behind her as she flew along the catwalk to find another place to hide. As abandoned as the knickknack filled room appeared, upper walkways teemed with privileged superiors.

We spent the next whistle ducking between shadows, cowering at every ringing footstep. Eventually we came across a metal dispenser jutting out of a wall. Intrigued, we stayed by it for a whistle and watched someone approach it and press a button flush with the panel. Rations spewed out the chute below it. I shook Auster’s hand which was sweaty after clutching it for so long. Auster nodded back. Her hair shook around her ears. Once the figure retreated we scurried over. Ever bold, Auster pressed the button. As before, rations spilled out. We ate and ate and ate until our stomachs ached and bulged. Never before had I felt so full. Cocky, Auster reached for the button again but I caught her hand. I shook my head and pointed upwards, where whistles came from.

“Don’t you trust me?” Auster whispered.

I shook my head vigorously. I tapped my heart, mimicking its flickering beat.

Auster’s shoulders dropped and she tilted her head back. She sighed. “Okay. Let’s stay over here.”

We moved into a corner. Using the corner of a washer from the bag she worked at a panel in the wall, unscrewing it from its casing. Once it was free, she set it to the side, revealing a tiny, hot nook packed with wires. Auster wrinkled her nose. It wasn’t big enough for both of us.

“Wait in here. I’ll see if I can find something else,” said Auster. She kissed my forehead and crawled away.

The nook, though buzzing, was comfortable in the warmth of the cables. I drifted off, the sliver of hallway I could see blurring into black. I slept until the next whistle which woke me with its shriek. I was alone. I curled into myself further, hugging my knees. Tapping sounded closer and closer. There was nowhere to move to. Were the walls moving in on me? Maybe that would hide me. The panel creaked open and Auster blinked at me. She took a package jammed in the waistline of her ratty grey pants.

“More rations,” she stage-whispered. “You eat this. I’ll be back.”

I ate slower, this time, no longer ravenous. I picked through the food halfway done when Auster thundered back to me.

“Eunostos! We have to go, NOW!” She seized my wrist and hauled me to my feet. Echoing her scream, a noise unlike I’d heard before sang out. It pitched and wailed up and down.

It was loud enough to make my head spin. It rattled the bones of my body and the bones of the catwalk. Panicked and lyrical, it beat regularly, urging us onward. Boots pounded behind us. I didn’t look back, stumbling after Auster. The pits of workers yawned below us, rushing by under our frantic feet. Still, the alarm cried. People below looked up and around, confused. Some continued on unaffected. Some slapped hands over their ears. Still others curled into corners, trying to hide from the auditory torture.

Breath wooshed from my lungs. My throat was raw from the abuse it was under for running so hard and long. If I paused for even a moment, my shaking legs would collapse. Yet Auster pressed on; she almost pulled my arm out of its socket.

Pulling around a corner, I tugged Auster to the side.

I panted. My breath burned my throat. My knees wavered by the floor, threatening to buckle under the stress. Pounding footsteps were growing louder despite our efforts and flagging speed.

Auster was out of breath too. “We have to try– something else.”

I shifted on my quivering legs. The bag of bolts bumped against my side, almost knocking me over. My eyes widened. I thrust it upwards, jingling in Auster’s face.

Auster’s features twisted into a grimace. “Okay,” she relinquished.

Scattering the treasure that Auster found, our first belongings, we were just in time. A shout sounded from the end of the small hallway we found. Reinvigorated from the plan and the short break, we tore off again. As we broke into a new section, empty. We heard yells over the fading alarm.

I spared a glance over my shoulder. One hulking figure had made it past our trap. They lumbered after us.

As best as I could while half sprinting, I tapped Auster’s side to pull her attention.

Auster let out a scream of frustration.

I spotted a crusher, like the one we always worked in. I tugged us in that direction as best as I could.

Nodding, Auster began running in that direction, too. We slowed, timing the slam, slam, SLAM of the jaws. The red light flicked on. We dove in, our clothing sweeping across the surface. The machine was too short to crawl through. We shimmied through frantically. My shirt caught on the coarse plate and rode up my neck. I choked on the collar and fear. Auster tugged me free. Close behind us, our chaser was forced to take the same route as us. They were too big. The machine crashed down, freeing me.

Auster went down. She turned too hastily, tripping over her own feet.

“AUSTER!!” Her name ripped from my throat, too quiet for even me to hear.

“GO!! Go Eunostus! I’ll–” she stammered, hauling herself to her feet sluggishly “–I’ll catch up.”

Tears slipped into my mouth as my lips formed her name again. “A u s t e r.”

I ran and ran until I was in a place no one would recognise us. Through my tears, I saw glimpses of our future.

Maybe we found a new place to work, moving when we tired. Maybe we found others like us, liberated and in hiding. Maybe we were caught and returned, frisked of our freedom again. Maybe we revolted with a family we found in the crevices of the machine we lived on. Maybe we ran forever, together always.

peace

I suck at summaries but theo is being chased by hunters and he knows he won't make it. a sad phone call to Liam.

Inspired by I feel cold by thewispsings on AO3.

I'm sorry? I have a problem. I love hurting theo in these fics. I apologise in advance. also not beta'd so point pout any errors pleases.

you can also find this on my ao3:https://archiveofourown.org/users/bi_myself_mystic1839

well anyway here:

A shot rang out echoing in the silence of the night. Theo faltered as he felt the bullet sink into his flesh but he kept running. The hunters were ruthless now firing constantly as he ran through the woods and saw the border connecting the woods to the rest of beacon hills. 6 bullets laced with wolfsbane were slowing him down. When the 7th pierced his lung he collapsed just at the edge of freedom. The wolfsbane was slowly killing him and the hunters left him there in a pool of his blood to die. He knew that he wouldn’t make it. There was no one to help him. He painstakingly pulled his phone out from his pocket and called the person that had saved him that had made him feel alive again. 

“Hey, it’s Liam I can't come to the phone right now leave a message and I'll get back to you!”

“Liam, it’s me. I don’t have much time. I just wanted to say I’m sorry for everything, all the hurt I caused you and your pack could you tell them that for me? Please don’t feel guilty I deserve this death I know I do and I know I won’t be missed but I just wanted a chance to tell you that I love you- He started coughing up blood and he curled in on himself- I’m sorry,I’m soo sorry it’s soo cold.”

 He let out a shuddering breath and cut the call. And he lay there slowly drowning in his blood. Ironically, this is exactly how tara must have felt he thought to himself. As he started feeling his body give out he smiled a bloody smile, all the pain, all the suffering was over, he could be at peace now.

But peace was not something he got. 

His eyes opened. He was in a cold metal box. Fear gripped his heart. Not again. please. not again. “Theooo.” no please no. anything but this. But nothing would change the fact that theo was in hell again.

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I told you it was bad. anyhoo comment if ya want a part 2 with Liam's reaction.

Lie To Me | Regulus Black

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ࣪˖⤷ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ ࣪ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ˖ ⤷

Pairing: Regulus Black x EX! GN!Reader, GN!Reader x GN!OC WC: 888 CW: Angst, talks of breakup, not being able to move on, use of Y/N, Cursing, OC is mentioned like once Author's Note: I didn’t think anyone would want a part two to Amnesia so I couldn’t decide if I should do a happy or sad ending so I did both, this is the sad ending Summary: Evan and Barty ask you to visit your ex Regulus since he's been having a hard time moving on. Pt 1 Amnesia

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Why did you agree to do this? Why did you let Barty and Evan convince you this was a good idea?

A part of you was irritated that Alex thought this was a good idea as well. Alex was your partner, why did they say they were comfortable letting you do this?

Honestly a part of you was hoping they wouldn't be okay with it so you could use it as an excuse to not do this. But here you are.

While you knock on the door you hope that Evan and Barty were wrong and that maybe he moved or maybe he wasn't home.

But luck was not on your side today apparently. 

There he was, Regulus Black. The man who was supposed to be your forever. 

You could see now why Barty and Evan sent you. You could tell he hadn't slept in days, that he wasn't eating right and there was no hint of the last time he had seen the sun.

“Hi, Reg.”

You say softly. He looks stuck for a second.

“Can I come in?”

That seemed to bring him back.

“Um, Yeah. Yes.”

As you walked in you looked around and noticed nothing looked different. Everything that you left looked the same. It was kinda heartbreaking.

You sit down on the sofa while Regulus sits on one of the armchairs.

“How have you been, Y/N?”

“I’ve been good, Regulus. Really good actually.”

He just nods, not looking at you and then whisping.

“You look happy.”

“I am. How are you?”

“I’m fine.”

You sigh and look at him taking in everything. It didn't take a genius to see he wasn't fine.

You couldn't help but be irritated. You came here as a favor to Barty and Evan because they are so worried about him. You didn't know what they expected you to do. You couldn't get him to talk the last few months of your relationship. Why would this be any different?

“I know you're not fine. I can see it, Regulus. I'm just here to try and help. To give you some closure, help you move on. I can't do that if you won't let me in, even just a little.”

He just sat there, he didn't move or say anything’ You clenched your jaw. You didn't want to be mad but you couldn't help it.

You were supposed to spend your life with him but all that went down the drain when he started doing what he's doing right now. He threw away the future you both planned together because he decided to shut you out.

A part of you felt bad because you weren't as patient as you used to be with him. Maybe it was the love that made you patient because right now you felt anything but.

You stand up shaking your head.

“This was a waist of fucking time. I should have known better.”

You started walking towards the door.

“What do you want me to say?”

“Anything real, Regulus. Open up like you used to.”

You turned around to face him and he stood up, sighing.

“I wish we never fucking met because I can't get you out of my head. I want to forget you, but forgetting you hurts more than remembering you. Everywhere I go I’m reminded of you and it fucking kills me but that pain is the only way I know you were ever really mine. When I close my eyes you haunt my fucking dreams, it always start the same, everything will be just like before then you just leave, over and over again. So no, I’m not fine, I'm not fucking happy.”

He had tears streaming down his face. His voice was getting slightly louder with every word, and you could see the heartbreak on his face.

It hurt a part of you.

“Regulus, you can't keep living like this. You can't keep living here, especially with pictures of us up on the walls, with my books here, with the things that we shared. It's holding you back.”

You say softly looking around at all the things that he kept as reminders of you. 

“You need to move on, Regulus.”

“I can't. You're all I have.”

Regulus whispered, his voice cracking. You close your eyes and take a deep breath feeling all the hurt and pain that you worked so hard to get rid of coming back up.

“Regulus, I'm not yours anymore.”

You didn't mean for it to come out as a whisper but it did. You didn't know when you started to cry but you could feel the tears running down your face.

“Don't say that. I know that you don't but if I ask you if you love me, can you just please lie to me? Please?”

You could hear him gasping for a breath in between words. You close your eyes, sighing and then you look him in the eyes.

“I can't do that. I'm with someone, and I'm genuinely happy. You deserve to be happy too.”

“So that's just it? There’s no hope? I lost you?”

He looked so broken, so sad. You wished that you could just hold him and put him back together but that wouldn't be fair to either of you and you knew that.

“Yeah, Reg. There’s no hope.”

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Lover Of Mine (Alt happy ending)

The curse that comes with being immortal.

“That was my son,” Tears flew down the man’s face, gritting his teeth. His eye fell on his son's cold body once alive. And Techno is one step away–a word away, a plead away, but– "and that's my brother." a wicked smile blossomed on the man's face, "then i guess we're even then," the knife cuts excessively deep in Wilbur's throat, no chance of survival, the man drops his body. "NOOO!!!" Techno screams fall on deaf ears, he runs to Wilbur. “..Techno?...” Wilbur wheezes while coughing on his own blood, tears falling down his face, knowing these are his last moments alive.

Techno cradles his brother’s body, holding Will's face in his hands, “no, no, save your energy. You’ll be okay, you.. you have to be..” techno pleads as he can feel him losing the warmth in his body. It is like techno can hear the man's words, his meaning of doing this. "feel my pain," carries in the roaring wind.

All Wilbur can do is smile sadly and shake his head at him, coughing once more, he takes a shallow breath than gives his brightest smile and says “I love you” before breathing for his last time, looking into the eyes of his brother, forever and always.

If anyone saw the great Blood God crying, sobbing, into his brother’s chest, begging for it all to all be some sick twisted joke, praying and damning every god he called on for not saving his brother that today. They saw nothing. Well mainly because they didn’t live to tell of it, that was the day the Blood God closed his heart again, locking it behind a cage, planning to never open it again. It belonged to one; forever and always.

When the World is Ending

Summary: In a post-Zombie Apocalyptic world, Rhaenyra ventures to find a compound and the one within it.

AO3

Pairing: Rhaenyra Targaryen x Alicent Hightower

Warning: Emotional hurt, Hurt/Comfort, Angst heavy, Sad/bittersweet ending, Character deaths

Words: 1,311

A/N: This is the saddest thing I have ever posted. I may make a part two based on the children's reactions depending on the response I get.

Rhaenyra spared one final look at the house, knowing it would be the last time she ever saw it. The couch was a mess with jackets and sweaters thrown on top. Countless boots were scattered across the living room floor, tracking mud onto the carpet. The beam in the kitchen had pencil marks with the height of each of her children, Visenya’s being the most recent. Her eyes eventually settled on the letter placed on the dining table. She turned away before she could begin to cry again. She zipped up the backpack in her hand, all that was placed inside was a single blanket. In her other hand, she gripped a baseball bat. She wouldn’t need much where she was going.

Rhaenyra trudged forward. The trees surrounding the farmhouse enveloped her. She stepped over the visible roots and avoided any large branches. The smell of pine hung heavy in the air. Mist was hovering above the ground. She tightened her grip on the bat, feeling the smooth wood against her fingers. As she walked through the woods, she pushed away the dryness in her throat. It was becoming too real.

She made it to the open road and walked down the paved street. It had been a while since she had done so. Yet now there was nothing to be afraid of. It was quiet. No birds were singing, no cars running, and no shuffling to be heard. Only silence. Rhaenyra glanced at the houses along the street. They were empty, likely looted by those desperate for resources. She wondered to herself if they had once been homes for families. She imagined there was laughter and love. Meanwhile, the house sat destroyed. The windows were broken with the roof having collapsed in on itself. Cobwebs hinged on the porch. No one had been there in a long time. She looked away, continuing to her destination.

Thirty minutes later she came upon the chained-up gates she recognized. A ‘No Trespassing’ sign was nailed on. She ignored it and climbed over the fence. The compound was in less than splendid condition. Vines had begun to grow along the building, almost like nature was reclaiming the structure for itself. As she approached the door, the familiar details rushed back. She punched in the code. A beep sounded then the door hissed open. Rhaenyra kept her bat close as she started to walk inside.

Only ten hours ago, she had seen the red flare shoot into the sky. The message was clear, someone was infected. A few hours later another flare was shot. White, this time. They were abandoning the compound. Early this morning, she had seen the final flare. Green. A warning to stay away. That was when she knew the infected person was still alive.

Rhaenyra scanned the compound for any living person. She found none. With her bat raised, she gently opened the door to each room. They were empty, save for what they couldn’t take with them. A crib was left behind as were some children’s toys. She moved to the basement. The large metal door was closed but not locked. With a soft push, it opened. A dark staircase greeted her. Carefully, she stepped down the dimly lit space. She was searched in the shadows, her weapon ready for any surprises.

“Rhaenyra?” A voice called.

She turned around to see Alicent Hightower sitting on the ground.

Rhaenyra lowered the bat. She noticed a nearby pull switch and turned on the lights.

Alicent only looked at her in shock. “Rhaenyra, what are you doing here?”

Rhaenyra set down her backpack. “Came to see you,” she replied.

Alicent’s gaze lowered. “Rhaenyra, you must have seen the flare…I’m infected. It’s not safe for you here.”

Rhaenyra rolled up her sleeve. A red bite mark itched on her wrist. Black veins ran up half her arm. “Nothing you worse you can do.”

The color drained from Alicent’s features. Her face fell. “When?”

“Eight hours ago.” She rolled her sleeve back down. “The boys and I were scouting when we got caught. They got out fine. I wasn’t as lucky.”

Alicent leaned against the wall. Pity in her eyes. “How’d they take it?”

“They don’t know. They won’t find out until they get home later and find a letter I left them.” Rhaenyra paused. “I just couldn’t tell them face to face. Jace and Luke have seen me as this perfect invincible mother all these years. I didn’t know how to say that I failed them. I didn’t know how to look at Joffrey, Aegon, and Viserys to tell them. Visenya is still too young and wouldn’t even understand. I didn’t want them spending the next twenty-four hours mourning me. I’d rather they remember me before this. What about yours?”

“Helaena didn’t take it well. The boys…they took it as well as they could. Jaehaerys, Jaehaera, and Maelor didn’t understand. They kept asking what was wrong with grandma?” She chuckled; it came out broken. “I told them it was best that they go. They decided to leave and go find your family, in fact.”

Rhaenyra grinned. “Smart kids.”

Alicent looked over. “How did you know I was the one infected?”

“You lit the green flare. Only you’re type to be considerate even when you’re infected.”

Alicent gave a soft smile. Rhaenyra sat beside her.

Alicent glanced at the baseball bat. “Are you going to put me out of my misery?”

“No.” Rhaenyra shook her head. “Are you?”

“No.”

Alicent became quiet. Her gaze drifted toward the wall.

“I haven’t seen you in quite a few years, you look good even if you’re infected,” Rhaenyra commented.

“Is this you flirting?”

Rhaenyra’s face scrunched together. “I swear this used to work on you better.”

Alicent chuckled. A real chuckle.

“What a time,” Rhaenyra said wistfully.

They fell back into silence. The refrigerator groaned upstairs. Gentle taps came from water leaking from the pipes.

“Why did you come here?” Alicent asked.

“I already said to see you.”

“But why did you want to see me?”

Rhaenyra leaned closer. “Cause I thought it was fitting, you and I going out together.”

The Hightower stared ahead. Her mind seemed to be running rampant with thoughts. Alicent’s lip quivered. A sob wracked through. “I’m scared.”

Rhaenyra watched her. The vision in her own eyes became blurry. She felt the tears escape, running down her cheeks. “I am too,” she admitted.

“I don’t know what’s going to happen to me,” Alicent sniffled. “I have less than a day before I…”

She hid her head behind her knees, another sob breaking through the silence.

Rhaenyra sat there. She thought of her children. She would never get to see them grow. She would never help Visenya get dressed again. She would never watch Joffrey play board games with Luke again. She would never get to push Aegon and Viserys on their swing again. She would never assure Jace that he was doing a good job again. She would never get to see her half-siblings again. She would never get to meet her niece and nephews again. Her eyes shifted toward Alicent. There weren’t enough words to describe the regret she felt with her. A fantasy of a wedding in June among the fields on the farm. A fantasy of two older women sitting on a porch watching the sun fall over the horizon would never happen.

“I don’t know what’ll happen either,” she confessed. “But you’re not alone.”

Alicent lifted her head. She finally met Rhaenyra’s gaze.

“Whatever happens, I’m here with you. We’ll face this together like always.”

Alicent’s grip tightened. She nodded. “Like always.”

Rhaenyra rested her head on Alicent’s shoulder. A million words were left unsaid, yet they were not necessary. Everything was already spoken as they held onto each other. When the morning came, they would be gone.

Guys my age

Paring: Luke Castellan x Curvy AphroditeFem! reader

Req: hii can you please write a prompt in which Luke is 19 and reader is 16 and he thinks the age gap is too much as doesn’t see her as anything more than the kid he is counselling, but she’s an Aphrodite child so she doesn’t mind the chase, you can make it smut or not iyw!! also do you maybe mind making the reader like chubby/curvy? i love your work!! 🫶🫶 - 💜 Anon

ofc u can be!!! also omg i actually kinda hate this but whatever… hope u enjoy!

Warnings: MDNI, big age gap, cursing, drinking, use of smoking, reader implied to be curvy

Luke Castellan, a 19-year-old at the infamous Camp Half-Blood, stood tall and pretty almost like a loyal dog, and that made it near impossible for anyone to resist his charm, he’d had a go at almost all of the girls at camp half-blood, including all of my beautiful half sisters.

His unruly curly brown hair framed his handsome face, and deep brown eyes, which seemed to look straight into my soul whenever he gave me a task, even something as simple as asking to clean my dorm, held a hint of mystery. A small scar on his upper cheek added an intriguing touch to his otherwise perfect appearance. Luke is the epitome of a golden boy, capturing the hearts and attention of girls of all ages, young and old.

I’m only 16, luke had never dare even batted an eye at me last year but this year, I came back to camp, determined for a chance to stare into those beautiful eyes and have it mean something for him too. Since last year, i’d started to… well develop. My body had formed into a nicer shape, i certainly grew into myself. My chest was definitely a lot bigger, I started using normal bras, no more training ones. My thighs were thick and beautiful, something many men wished to be suffocated with.

“hey gorgeous girl, you’ve certainly grown up” My half sister Silene winked at me, I only ever see her at camp and I was packing my stuff into my bed. I rolled my eyes and huffed at her.

“Silene seriously? i haven’t seen you in a year and that’s the best you’ve got?” I immediately hug the girl as she chuckles quite a bit at my sharp tongue, we all start talking to our other half siblings and that’s when one of them goes

“hey y/n, you do realise you’re now technically old enough to be going to the bonfire party?” my half sister smirked

The bonfire party was tradition, 16 and up campers, it involved heavy amounts of marijuana, alcohol and other illegal shit. It was an excuse for people to get drunk and hook up and deeply regret it the next morning or so i’ve heard. It’s almost like a “back to school” party but instead it’s back to camp. It happens on the one night that Chiron is away and Mr D is in charge, of course, you bribe him with some alcohol and suddenly everyone’s happy.

“yeah uhh i’ll go, we should start getting ready then i guess?” i say, a bit on edge of what’s about to happen.

As i’m getting ready, i’m being handed a black lacy corset top showing off my double d tits extremely well, i look in the mirror and smirk, this is one of those times i KNOW i looks good. I wore a mini skirt along with it, sure i looked like a slut but hey? what can you do?

I enter the Bonfire, the glow of the fire casually illuminating my face in a perfect light. In hand was a red solo cup with… tequila and some other concoction i’ve been handed, i take a sip and spot him. Luke Castellan, my camp counsellor and the man I was practically already on my knees for. He made his way over to me and looked me in the eyes.

“Y/n? wow you look… grown up” His eyes clearly wandered around my tits a lot more than they should’ve, and he almost looked as if he scolded his self for looking but i wanted him to, this whole outfit was for him

“oh yeah? in what way?” i smirked and slightly tilted my head, trying to seduce the boy infront of me

He cleared his throat and came back to eye contact “You’re uh.. you’re taller” no i wasn’t, it was a blatant lie, i hadn’t grown an inch over the year, i knew what he was talking about and smiled to myself about it.

“Let’s play truth or dare!” Luke and I both turn our heads to a very drunken silene who’s perched up on the table, some guy with his arms wrapped around her waist and mouth colliding with her jaw.

And who was anyone to say no to my beautiful sister? Soon everyone found themselves sitting in this circle, bottles of Tequila, Vodka, Whiskey, Jäger and other liquors in the middle of the circle, ready to be there for whoever backed down from a dare.

“Clarisse, truth or dare” An Apollo girl slurred, looking into clarisses eyes from across rhe circle. Clarisse smirked and in return took a sip of her drink.

“Dare” It wasn’t surprising, her choosing dare.

“I dare you, to kiss me” the apollo girl smirked at clarisse, they obviously had tension and clarisse made her way over and kissed her, passionately i might add. The entire circle cheered and cheered.

Clarisse suddenly averted her gaze to me, we’d been friends for a while now whenever I hung out with silene she would be there.

“y/n, truth or dare?” I felt myself nervously stare at her, a group of maybe 25 people waiting on my reply to this one simple question she’d asked. It wasn’t that hard of a question so i gave a simple answer.

“Dare” I wanted to play it safe, truth was too much for me right now, I knew it would end up in me having to tell a huge secret and I just wanted a casual night, nothing too crazy, which was why i was baffled as to what came out of Clarisses mouth next.

“I dare you to spend 7 minutes of heaven with the person you think is the hottest, and don’t try bullshit your way out of this lovebug” Clarisse was obviously feeling happy with herself, she was tipsy as one could be. Actually no, she was just shitfaced.

I felt my body begin to grow weak and i scanned my eyes across the room, except i found one thing. No matter how hard I looked around the room, my eyes were always drawn back to Luke castellan. The man himself.

“uhh luke…” I said, everyone cheered and Luke looked at me a bit confused as to why I’d chosen him. Nevertheless we walked into a secluded spot in the woods.

“Y/n I uh… why’d you pick me?” Luke looked at me as he leaned against a tree and i stood there looking up at him

“why not, they said to pick the hottest person there” I shrugged, trying to come off as nonchalant.

“You do realise you’re far too young for me, sweetheart?” Luke muttered at me in a deepish voice.

“I know but what did three years ever do to anyone?” I smirked, it was time for me to use the powers my mother gave me and capture this boys beautiful heart.

“Y/n i- i was- no! still am, your camp counsellor, you don’t think this is a little weird? you coming onto me.. I mean, you’re hot but” Luke said conflicted with his own thoughts at this point.

“Oh would you shut up castellan I saw you looking at my tits earlier, don’t act like you’re surprised i’m coming onto you” I smirked at him, giving him doe eyes and fluttering my lashes

“you’re such a brat, you know that? you need to shut up, it will get you killed someday, that pretty mouth of yours” Luke furrowed his brows and almost scolded me

“how about you make me shut up?” I wrapped my arms around his neck and whispered this seductively into his ear.

“oh I can think of a few ways” Suddenly I felt Luke’s warm tongue slip into my mouth, his deep kiss sending sparks to my pussy.

he pushes me against a tree, his hands roaming over my body possessively. “Fuck, you're so young and pretty, tell me, you ever fucked anyone?” Luke continued to say as he slipped his hands to the back bit of my corset top

“n-no, i’m all yours” i managed to breathe out, goosebumps trailing over my body from his cold hands unclasing my top.

His hands reach under my bra, feeling my soft skin. He leans in, kissing my neck, my collarbone, as his hands grope my breasts. His hot breath against my skin sends shivers down my spine. “that’s perfect pretty girl, let me take care of you okay?” luke then continued to kiss my forehead and unclasp my bra

He looks up at me, his eyes filled with desire. "You have no idea how much I want to fuck you right now," he says, his voice low and husky. He starts to slip his hand up my mini skirt, his hands shaking slightly. “I bet your pussy is so tight and wet...”

i groan at his words, whimpering at the boys touch. “I- do it…”

“I can’t, I can’t ruin something as perfectly innocent as you” Luke looked at me in the eyes, piercing me with his gaze

“i’m less innocent than you think you know” I trailed my hands to unbutton his jeans and i watch his eyes widen

“what did you lie on your book log in elementary school?” he chuckled trying to distract himself from his hard on being revealed

“yknow i hump my pillow most nights wishing it was your dick” i whispered in his ear, i could feel the head flush on his face as his erection was poking into my thigh.

“fuck… pretty girl… that’s so hot, i wanna fuck you senseless, show you what a man is” he collided his lips to my collarbone and sloppily kissed it, his hands making his way to my soaked panties, rubbing it through them

“all soaked for me, pretty?” he looked up at me as i nodded, biting my lip to hold back a moan. I felt him slide my underwear off and crouch down, i felt the warmth of his hot breath against my sticky wet pussy, his tongue beginning to lap it, finding my clit and sucking on it with a pop.

I became a moaning mess, begging for mercy and for luke to continue fucking my hole with his tongue just the way he did. “mmmph~”

His hands spread my thighs wider apart as his mouth works its magic. His tongue swirls around my wet, throbbing flesh, sucking and licking with expertise. I can't help but moan loudly, my fingers tangling in his hair to pull him even closer. “Luke... please...”

He can feel my body shaking with need as he continues to eat me out, his own arousal growing with each moan that escapes my lips. He sucks my clit hard, his fingers sliding inside me, curves up to rub against my G-spot. “Come for me, baby...”

His fingers pump in and out of me in a rhythm that matches his tongue on my swollen bud. The sensations overwhelm me, and I dig my heels into his back, shamelessly bucking against his face as I shatter, screaming out his name. “Luke...Luke...”

As I reach my peak, something inside me breaks. I convulse hard, and suddenly, a rush of liquid gushes out of me, drenching Luke's face. He moans approvingly, lapping up every drop like a thirsty man.

I become red from embarrassment and stare at the man in horror.. “oh my god luke did i- did i just pee on you?” Luke did nothing but grin at me, his wet face glistening in the moonlight

“No baby, it’s called squirting and it was the hottest thing ever” he grabbed my hands away from my face

After cleaning me up with his tongue, Luke gently lifts my legs over his shoulders, positioning himself at my entrance. He looks into my eyes, his own filled with a mix of desire and tenderness. “Okay, beautiful girl, this is going to hurt, but I'll be gentle”

I look up at him, tears welling in my eyes. He smiles softly, "Good girl. It'll start feeling good soon, I promise." He leans down to kiss me, his hips pulling back slightly before pushing in again, deeper this time.

As he continues to move in and out of me, his pace picking up slightly, Luke leans down to take one of my hardened nipples into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it. His thumb finds my swollen bud, rubbing it in time with his thrusts. "Luke... oh god, Luke..."

I cry out as my orgasm hits, my vision blurring, my body trembling. Luke doesn't stop, fucking me through my climax, his own need evident in his face. "Fuck, pretty girl, you're so fucking tight right now. I can feel your little pussy squeezing me."

As he thrusts into me, his pace becomes erratic, his breathing heavy. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum, Y/n. I don't know where to put it all," he groans, his eyes wild with need. "Where do you want it, huh?"

I gave Luke those oh so beautifully innocent doe eyes he’s currently corrupting, i batter my eyelashes and whimper as i speak

“I want you to do it inside of me luke” Luke’s eyes widen at the prospect but doesn’t have time and gives in.

“You’re lucky i can’t say no to those beautiful eyes of yours baby” With a low growl, Luke buries his face in my neck, his body convulsing as he spills inside me. He jerks his hips against me several times, unloading more and more of his warmth into my inexperienced core. "Oh gods."

He pulls out and we both lay there breathlessly.

“that was a lot more than 7 minutes…” i whisper sheepishly as i catch my breath and put my clothes on

“i’m sorry i had to be your first time… you do know we can’t be together right? i mean you should really be with a guy your age?” Luke refused to look in my eyes as he slipped his boxers on

“but guys my age aren’t… you”